𝓼𝓬𝓻𝓲𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓭 | mattheo riddle

48 | injustice

"What's your issue?" I ask the blonde haired boy, wanting him to piss off as soon as possible, but instead he takes a seat beside me, his original seat from the beginning of the year before Mattheo rightfully stole it. I hold my head in my hands and groan.

"Someone's angry." He chuckles, budging closer to me.

"I swear to god, I'm not in the mood Malfoy." I say through gritted teeth and he sends me a smirk before shutting up. I slump back in my seat as the Professor walks in, now officially not being able to move seats. I catch Theo's attention from across the classroom and he gives me a look of pity.

"Help me." I mouth and he looks down and laughs a little, making me smile. But my smile instantly fades when I notice Malfoy pressing his leg into mine, his hand inching closer to my thigh. I swat his hand away and he grabs onto my wrist, interlocking my hand with his. I quickly stand up from my seat and yank his hand off of mine, causing a commotion and catching everyone including the Professor's attention. "Get off of me!" I yell.

"Miss Dobrev!" The Professor shouts. "To the headmaster's office immediately!"

"You're taking the piss right?" I scoff, and as I'm standing up, I feel Malfoy brush his hand up my leg. This time, I give in to my anger and swing my fist straight to him, my knuckle colliding with his nose. Blood begins to seep from his wound, but I don't stop there.

I grab his collar, standing between his legs as I continuously throw punches at him. In between them, I hear the class cheering and yelling, but also a smirk on Malfoy's face.

It drives me further.

"You pyscho bitch! Get off of him!" Pansy yells, and the Professor drags me off Malfoy and out of the classroom, my knuckles covered in blood.

She personally escorts me to Professor McGonagall's office and swings the door open.

***

"Miss Dobrev, I've taken into consideration you're situation and everything you've been through and how this could've fuelled your anger-"

"Professor- he assaulted me! What other factors do you need to take into consideration? He should be punished, not me!" I exclaim.

"I understand that, and he of course will serve severe punishment also. Draco's father insisted that he presses charges but I convinced him not to, and then he also suggested that you'll be banned from the Winter Ball. I've thought about it and come to the decision that that isn't fair on you. So instead, you'll be serving detention after school tonight. Is that clear?"

"Yes Professor."

"Good." She says and I open my mouth to say something but she cuts me off. "And before you ask, no. There hasn't been any news about Mr Riddle. My answer is the same as the last ten times you've come to ask me." I groan and aggressively stand up from my seat and swing the doors open, heading back to the common room.

I can't be fucking assed anymore.

***

I embrace my little brother in a tight hug, not having seen him in a couple of days. Since our mother's passing, he's visited my dorm a couple times and we just chilled together, grieving in silence. Although, he never met me as much as Mattheo did. But right now, I'm just thankful to see him.

"Heard you got into a fight with Malfoy." He chuckles and I nod.

"Wasn't much of a fight if I was doing all the fighting." I sigh. "The prick deserved it."

"Next time he does anything like that, he's getting battered by me." Josh says and I nod with a chuckle.

"You do that Josh, you do that."

"You going to the ball?" He asks me and I groan.

"People seriously need to stop asking me that question."

"So you're not?"

"No, I'm not." I say, slumping on the sofa in the Gryffindor common room. The Slytherin leather ones are way better.

"Because Riddle's not here?"

"Mhm." I nod.

"That shouldn't stop you." He says and I tilt my head.

"I'm just gonna feel alone there. Without him... you know?"

"I get you."

"How about you? Got a date?" I ask him and he looks down, scratching the back of his neck. "Oh my god, you do!" I gasp. "Tell me Josh!"

"It's Blaise's sister, Naomi."

"Oooh! I haven't spoken to her since the beginning of the year, but she's so pretty and sweet! That's really cute Josh." I say.

"I know right?"

"Does Blaise know?" I ask and he nods.

"Of course. I made sure to ask him before I asked Naomi." He states and I chuckle.

"That's funny."

"Funny but necessary."

***

I sluggishly make my way to the classroom where today's afterschool detention would be taking place. I hand in my wand to the Professor monitoring us, and enter the room, looking up in surprise to find Theo sat on one of the tables.

"Theo?" I smile, running up to him and giving him a hug. He wraps his arms around my waist, holding me close. "I didn't know you had detention."

"I didn't, until I slapped Malfoy for talking shit about you." He says and my mouth's agape.

"What? You didn't have to Theo-"

"He's a sly cunt." He spits. "Deserves all the torture he can get. That beating you gave him in potions was mad."

"He really pissed me off." I laugh. "Couldn't help myself."

"I could tell, it went on and on."

"It's annoying how we're both in here just because of him though. He should be expelled for what he did to me, and what he's done to other girls. It's not right." I say.

"I agree. He's such a creep."

"Mhm."

"At least it's just the two of us." Theo says, looking up into my eyes as I stand between his legs, a moment of silence between us until the professor's cough breaks us out of our trance.

What the fuck's going on?

"This detention will last two hours." The Professor says, walking over to the desk and taking a seat in the chair as she already gets immersed in the magazine she's reading. "Write an essay one what you did wrong and then translate it into another language. There's some dictionaries at the front if you need them." She explains and my jaw drops.

"Another language? The fuck?" Theo scoffs, as we both sit down at a table together. I pull out some paper for the both of us and pens.

"I'll write it in English first and figure out what language to translate it to after." I whisper to him and he nods.

"Good idea."